~ a poem about experience.

Gaze upon me
And what do we see?

A lank, a jester, a stranger
Walking questions
Building & burning a mortal coil

Yet, worlds are built into this frame.

These soles have crossed between dimensions
These hands have cut down demons & dragons
These eyes have seen things you cannot imagine

My spirit is unbreakable
Even whenI die
My body will plant seeds. ~

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~ I have an artistic way of looking at the world.

Recently, I’ve been thinking about art, and the fact that there are so many … good pieces of it. I would go as far as to say we are living in a Golden Age of art. And I don’t…

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